When I was a little guy, I suffered from numerous ear infections. I screamed through the night as my ears pounded with unbearable pain, at times making me delusional. Doctors, nurses and surgeries were common in those early years. My mother tenderly held me, rocked me through those dark nights, doing all she could to comfort me. Memories of her tender compassion are unforgettable. She is a picture of God. "As a mother comforts her child so will I comfort you (Isaiah 66:13)."